by Robert Gryfft
Denial keeps me sane, or that's what I keep telling myself. I siphon off everything I can't handle, everything I Just Can't Fucking Think About Right Now. And I lock it up.
Besides, a billion things could happen between now and when she decides to tell him it's mine. A billion things. Anything. Something. Anything.
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'Snow or Fire' refers to the choice between snow, meaning static, emptiness, or oblivion, and fire, by which I mean the burning emotional 'fire' of horrified certainty.
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